How She Works - Rebecca del Rio

[Larry Robinson]

How She Works
	for Donna

She is Persephone with no
Demeter to rescue her.  Above
is always winter.  Inside the cave
she calls her office,
she is a schizophrenic talking
to the voices that enter her head.
Disembodied voices chatter in her ears,
she chats to the bodiless.  Her disembodied
voice climbs into their ears wherever
they might be in their caves
they call offices.

She is hungry for more
than pomegrantes, craves poetry,
oysters and ripe stuffed olives.

At night she dreams
            if she sleeps.
She dreams of something she cannot
imagine and so it has no name.
Tight ripe buds push like crowning
babies birthing into bright, electric air.
Thin shoots of palest green
wiggle and thrust through dark, amazed
earth.  Because she is blind
she cannot name the colors.  There are
so many, no one could name them.

She dreams of Spring.
She dreams of breathing.
She dreams her mother is searching for her.

	- Rebecca del Rio
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